Reflection

I am a reflection A single reflection in that mirror That girl who stares back is unrecognizable to me I am a girl Who still feels a void where you were Who misses the person who granted the best girl ever given to Me

I am a face in the crowd That feels pressure to loose weight That feels pressure to look perfect That feels pressure to not be myself

I am strong Or so I appear People are afraid of a girl Whose tears are pained by the silence As I cry myself to sleep

I am a cloud One that’s being chased in the sky Who dances in the wind And smiles in the sun

I am the music That breathe of fresh air That warmth in the middle of the day The one that fills you ears and makes you tear

I am from the city Or at least I am at heart I still paint the skies with my thought About how I should have been there from the start I am accepted But never in these halls They lock me in, never to let me out To remind me everyday of my faults

I am the winter That fell into spring Who folded to summer Which bronzed the fall The seasons change.

I am change Or at least I am trying to be It’s pretty hard even though It’s just my guitar and me

I am a free spirit Who lets myself roam with an open mind To see a greater picture With no judgment in my eye

I am a sister A younger one at that Who misses my sister in college Please come back.

I am an airplane Who just wants to fly Never wants to touch the ground And just wants to get lost in fligh

I was a child With innocents in my eyes With a heart of purity And who know of no wrong

I try to love Love everything and everyone Love with heart of a sunrise And love with the dependency sunset

I am 14 Whose thoughts are way be on my age Who knows way more than a 14 year old should Who longs to run with the silence that brushes on my face

I feared Feared of judgment Feared of loss Fears of going back to my old ways

I was a reflection The girl in the mirror has escaped The girl in the mirror is no longer there The girl in the mirror is able to be who she is And not someone who another wants her to be I used to be a reflection Until I realize the only thing possible Was to be me.

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